The boy with megapixels...
...And he seemed a bit disappointed by the simple fact of life, well he had his reasons, as I asked him to publish his remarkable photographs to someone professional. He smiled back and uttered words in most simple way possible, as if I am really clueless of what is actually happening around me, he said "Arey yaar, DSLR kharidne ke liye paisa nai hein".This post is about a boy named Arup, well certainly he is my friend , but whats intriguing about this boy is his abilities to capture his imaginations throughout a smooth digital screen, embedding life in it. Being totally unaware of the photographic aspects or rather knowing anything at all about professional photography, Arups takes his tiny smarthphone, remotely hesitated and he happens to take pictures of anything so far yet alive. I won't say 'capturing' someone's emotions, rather he embraces it.This being my first post in the blog, I wish to start off with his story. Arup happens to be yet another common guy you might as well find in your byelanes, so the story might as well be very relative. Arup isn't a rich bloke, and certainly the reason why I am writing about him. You must've got a new phone recently and you sure as well are very excited. You take a few pictures and then the things slowly fades away from being interesting to being obvious. But it certainly wasn't the case of Arup. spending almost an eternity he received his first smartphone, certainly not a bulky matter loaded with countless features but he happens to see it as the only way to be what he really is. Going over the places taking random pictures through his cellphone while people get suspicious. But Arup didn't mind fighting through judgmental thoughts about him. "useless", "jobless" "waste of time"... these words would rather shatter all the hope left in us, but he outgrew them, maybe that's exactly what happens when u rise from shreds, you don't lose anything. But everything certainly doesn't work out the way one plans it to be. One day, on his way back, his dreams grabbed hands of a wrong fate. He slipped away and dropped his phone, quite obvious for any other person reading this, and you might just as well think "so what, get it fixed" but that was the very problem of not being abundantly rich. You can't fix things then. And when I heard the following event, I did wish to help him, but the urge slowly faded away. But Arup didn't give up on his dreams, not yet. Being a pass out of class xii, this kid has nowhere to find an appropriate job for himself. Yet he found a job over a packaging industry, evedently not suitable for his health but he accepted it and joined the work. So while we sleep over a stressful day in hopes of seeing a better morning, Arup happens to work his way out, throughout the night, packing the roddent repellents, with just one vivid dream in his open eyes... to fix his phone yet again and get back his life. Now this story certainly doesn't compare to many other people suffering dreadfully, but it is a reminder that every night when you wish for something, maybe ask your parents, there happens to be a kid giving up every last bit of what he has, to live his dream... or rather earn it.
.... the dream he sees from his own gloomy eyes.
...And he seemed a bit disappointed by the simple fact of life, well he had his reasons, as I asked him to publish his remarkable photographs to someone professional. He smiled back and uttered words in most simple way possible, as if I am really clueless of what is actually happening around me, he said "Arey yaar, DSLR kharidne ke liye paisa nai hein".This post is about a boy named Arup, well certainly he is my friend , but whats intriguing about this boy is his abilities to capture his imaginations throughout a smooth digital screen, embedding life in it. Being totally unaware of the photographic aspects or rather knowing anything at all about professional photography, Arups takes his tiny smarthphone, remotely hesitated and he happens to take pictures of anything so far yet alive. I won't say 'capturing' someone's emotions, rather he embraces it.This being my first post in the blog, I wish to start off with his story. Arup happens to be yet another common guy you might as well find in your byelanes, so the story might as well be very relative. Arup isn't a rich bloke, and certainly the reason why I am writing about him. You must've got a new phone recently and you sure as well are very excited. You take a few pictures and then the things slowly fades away from being interesting to being obvious. But it certainly wasn't the case of Arup. spending almost an eternity he received his first smartphone, certainly not a bulky matter loaded with countless features but he happens to see it as the only way to be what he really is. Going over the places taking random pictures through his cellphone while people get suspicious. But Arup didn't mind fighting through judgmental thoughts about him. "useless", "jobless" "waste of time"... these words would rather shatter all the hope left in us, but he outgrew them, maybe that's exactly what happens when u rise from shreds, you don't lose anything. But everything certainly doesn't work out the way one plans it to be. One day, on his way back, his dreams grabbed hands of a wrong fate. He slipped away and dropped his phone, quite obvious for any other person reading this, and you might just as well think "so what, get it fixed" but that was the very problem of not being abundantly rich. You can't fix things then. And when I heard the following event, I did wish to help him, but the urge slowly faded away. But Arup didn't give up on his dreams, not yet. Being a pass out of class xii, this kid has nowhere to find an appropriate job for himself. Yet he found a job over a packaging industry, evedently not suitable for his health but he accepted it and joined the work. So while we sleep over a stressful day in hopes of seeing a better morning, Arup happens to work his way out, throughout the night, packing the roddent repellents, with just one vivid dream in his open eyes... to fix his phone yet again and get back his life. Now this story certainly doesn't compare to many other people suffering dreadfully, but it is a reminder that every night when you wish for something, maybe ask your parents, there happens to be a kid giving up every last bit of what he has, to live his dream... or rather earn it.
.... the dream he sees from his own gloomy eyes.
photo credit: Arup Jyoti Boro.
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